[Erick Sermon]
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Yo, at a hip-hop club was a girl I met
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She was hot you can bet, her body dripped with sweat
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I kicked it to her, and her name was Kim
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She said let's jet because she was ready for the Jim
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Browski I doubt thee E would front
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so like a real stunt, I rolled the Blunt
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She was ready, I could see in her face
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She said "let's jet" we went back to her place
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It was fat, she had a dope crib
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She offered food, like some barbucue ribs
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I said "No thank you" not now honey
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How about some drink, yes some Gin Rummy
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After that, come here and sit down
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We put on tender Roni by Mister Bobbi Brown
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We waste no time, it was time to do it
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Put on some James Brown so we can get into it
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No kinky stuff, like ropes or handcuffs
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But when you love me please don't be ruff
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I said "listen, I'LL BE GENTLE, I'LL BE VERY GENTLE
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WHEN I'M LOVING YOOOOUUU, WHEN I'M LOVING YOOOOUUU.
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...So I dipped, I abandoned ship
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threw in the anchor like on the boat tip
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That's what I get for trying to be a lover
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But never judge a book, by the damm cover
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I'm not dissing, but I don't like fishing
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And next time, I want to know who I'm kissing
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You can call me gay or a tutti-frutti
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But I won't touch it until I know who's Booty
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[Parrish Smith]
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Well I was maxin one day just minding my own
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Talking to E-Double on my car cellular phone
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When I seen this fly girl clocking her looks were temptating
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The look in her eye was the look of infatuation
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So I put my car in park, turned my system down
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I said "Excuse me, are you new in town"
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She said "it's funny you asked I just got here today"
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I said "Yo, you need a lift because I'm going that way"
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She said "My mother always told me not to ride with strangers
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If I did, than my life would be in danger"
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I said "Yeah that's true, but I'm not you're everyday swinger"
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To tell you the truth, I'm a well known singer"
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Plus I was cold coolin
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40 dawn in lap
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Wings on my fingers from my fisherman hat.
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She got in and said "Yo I never done this before"
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I had to play my cards right to get my foot in the door.
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She got and she said "You a medical doctor?"
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I said "close but no cigar, I'm the microphone doctor
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Who performs open surgery, on MC's that are willing
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Except to try same them, I try to kill them"
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She said "Ooh that sounds exciting, please tell me more"
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You mean how we heinz and clock the G's or more.
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We got to her house and her moms wasn't home
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As we went to the room I sparked up the homegrown
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I was with it, felling nice from Old E
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Ready to get busy, and wax a cold booty.
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We got to her it was time to max
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Pulled out the Jimhat and strapped the Bozak
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I hit the lights, and next was the sack
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We started doing it, it was hard to produce
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Because the booty was cold kickin like They Call Me Bruce
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I had to cover my nose, not to ruin the mood
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Because I know I wasn't fishing but I smelled seafood
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Smelled like shrimp or lobster, or tuna of the sea
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And it wasn't worth catching the A-the I-the D-to the S-oh yes
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The S is for safe sex
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And as I glanced at the door, you that move was next
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But she pulled me close, and said "Let's get loose"
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And out of nowhere I yelled "Baby did you do..."
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She said no P, cause I'm not a swinger
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I couldn't buy that as I smelled my forefinger
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I was playing myself plus my style was crampped
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I grabbed my keys and coat, and MD broke camp
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And as I walked to the door, the girl got moody
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I looked her eye to eye and said.. "WHO'S BOOTY"
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Who's Booty
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EPMD |